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...e came with. Of course, don't expect it to be as charming as Pooh and Company's Sebastian Cabot-narrated adventures from the late 1960s and early 1970s. How could it be? Back then, the stories at least seemed respectful of the A.A. Milne classics on which they were based. The idea that Pooh could become an endlessly sequelized franchise, a kind of big- and little-screen marketing tool for a cottage industry of plush toys, sippy cups, lunch boxes and storybooks, hadn't yet occurred to anyone. Oh well. It was a more innocent time. That said, "Big Movie" could be a lot worse. The story, in which Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, Roo and Rabbit reminisce about Piglet after the little pink porker disappears in a sulk when he is ignored once too often, is genuinely sweet. I have to admit that even I grew a little misty-eyed during the animals' tearful reunion with their wee pal (and I hope I'm not spoiling anything by saying that, no, Piglet's body is not found at the bottom of some ravine...